Thought 1

I'll number my thoughts since they probably wont have formed till I start to write them down. I suppose I could tell you of many random things, of my goings and comings, clever advice on life, or even a funny story or two, but I have found nothing is worth telling if it doesn't have to do with the teller of all stories. So, I'll try to stick to that, to the one who wrote my story, who wrote each of our stories.

Today the weariness set in and in frustration when we are weak and tired it is then that rest, the very thing we need the most is hardest to find. How can we be a peace in a hurricane... how can we fight what seems inevitable? Then you hear it... the voice that is inaudible but speaking to my heart. It reminds me of Him... the one who calmed the deadly storm when no one even thought it possible, the one who walked on water and even empowered one of us to do so as well, the one who conquered sin in death and conquered death by his righteousness.

So, in light of these impossible truths, can't this God take care of weariness and strengthen my tired heart? I long for the moment when I realize my strength is not my own, for then I will not grow weary. I long for the day when my heart will never be empty because it is fully filled with his love for me and mine for him. On that day I will love no other thing and will not feel it's absence in my life, I will not feel weary when I strive alone, for I will not be alone, I will not feel empty for every vacancy will be instantaneously filled. Let that day come... it is so near at hand.